Predator: one that preys, destroys, or devours. He was always the predator, always the one stalking and preparing to strike. Failure was not an option to him, not achieving what he desired was not an option. He spent his whole life with this mentality, that he was the predator. In the wild it was the survival of the fittest, and life was no different. Those were the rules he lived by. And everything and everyone could be prey in his eyes. Including her. Prey: one that is helpless or unable to resist attack. She had lived on her own for years, taking care of herself. She had survived even against the odds, with her dignity still intact in the process. Maybe her life wasn't what others expected or would want, it wasn't even what she wanted. But it was hers and she made the best of it, surviving on her own and under her terms. Until she meets him and turns her life upside down. She is no longer surviving on her own terms, but his. And there is nothing she can do. *The story will have underplays of power dynamics. Teasing, taunting. He is the predator and she his prey, but who is really going to be captured by who?*

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

He was dangerous, she knew it. That kiss confirmed it. But not the kind of dangerous where she feared for her safety. Oh no, this was a decadent kind of dangerous. One she could quickly become addicted to. The kind she could end up dying for. Abigail Lane was a woman on the run. Ambiguity her closest friend. New York seemed the perfect place to hide, and disappear amongst the throngs of faceless people. By keeping her head down, and never drawing attention to herself, she managed to succeed at remaining hidden. That is until her world collided with Adam Steele. The man who refused to let her keep running. Adam was the master of his universe. The business world feared him, colleagues revered him, and women fell at his feet. But none of it inspired him, and all of it left him cold. Adam's life had become stuck in a meaningless professional stupor, and he was slowly losing himself along the way. That is until a chance meeting with a spunky waitress from Brooklyn changed his outlook on life forever. Both their lives transformed when fate stepped in one pivotal night, forcing opposites to attract. Abby couldn't seem to escape the disarming CEO who ignited a passion he wouldn't let her ignore. As new feelings begin to awaken inside, her past comes back to haunt her, threatening everything she held dear. Suddenly, Adam found himself in the middle of intrigue, danger and drag queens. Can Adam discover her secrets in time to protect her and stop Abigail, who gave him the one thing his money couldn't buy, from running again?